Song Yong! ”

"The last general!"

"You lead the rest of the people, take all the horses, as soon as you see the flames in the camp, you will lead the army to charge, what you have to do is to drive the Warats to step on the Warats, try to create as many casualties and chaos as possible, like the kind of dominoes we play, let the Warats fall one by one, we can use too few soldiers, so, let the Warats kill the Warats, understand?"

"Understood, Lord Wang!"

"Well, success or failure in this move, you must prepare well, and tie a red scarf on the left arm of all the brothers, be careful to be in the chaos of the army, and be cut down by your own people, Zhang Yishan, you can do it!"

"Yes! The last will obey! ”

"I think when the chaos is enough, I will start to set fires, you brothers who are still crawling on the ground, once you see a fire burning, quickly get up, look for horses, and then attack with Song Yong and them, pay attention, divide a team of brothers to open their camp gate in advance, and also, find a few people with a better accent to learn Warat, just one sentence, this Hull is here."

"Song Yong, you go straight to the front camp gate, and this sentence is also in your mouth, this Hull people are here."

"Understood, sir."

"By the way, and those herdsmen, they are all organized into your team, and after killing the main force of Warat, no, you help them and quickly drive the herd away."

"Understand, my lord, the shepherds are ready, you don't have to worry."

After a detailed arrangement, all the people understood their tasks, but Ling Xingyue didn't say it, in fact, in this camp, the most troublesome thing was those shamans, Ling Xingyue left them all to herself, and everyone saw that they were waiting for dark.

The soldiers on both sides of the Ming and Warat are looking at the sky overhead, looking at the dense dark clouds and the increasingly violent wind, but the expectations on both sides are different, the Warat people hope that the weather will clear soon, while the Ming soldiers hope that the stronger the wind blows, the better, and the thicker the black clouds, the better.

The black storm on the grassland finally lived up to the high hopes of the Ming soldiers, and the more it blew, the more fierce it became, and it also rained hail, hail the size of chestnuts, and the grass on the ground fell down. The beaten cattle and sheep all wailed, and they did not know what it portended.

The sun finally set, the black clouds obscured all the starlight, the moonlight, the sky and the earth were pitch black like a big iron pot upside down, on the grassland, a bleak place, even the most lively muttering birds, did not make a sound, quiet as if in silent mourning.

The hail stopped, but the wind did not stop, and the roaring wind became the only sound in the entire grassland, and the two people facing each other had to rely on roaring to hear what the other party said? In the midst of such darkness, the two teams of men and horses moved forward silently, and the target was the camp of Warat.

In the Warat camp, Nayan Turi was chatting with the shaman who accompanied the army, knowing that his duties were important, and Nayan Turi didn't dare to relax the thread in his heart for a moment, and the sudden weather change made Nayan Turi very unhappy, obviously there were still a few days, so it was okay to pay this thousand catties of burden, and it turned out to catch up with such a black storm.

Although this is the hinterland of the grassland, it will not be mixed with yellow sand and sandstorms like the surrounding black storms, but after all, it affects the progress, and the camp cannot be arranged as usual, so it can only use a tight formation, so that Nayan Turi has a faint worry, afraid that such a close frontal formation will not be able to protect each other in the first place, and it will be easy to be broken as a whole. But the shaman who accompanied the army gave Nayan Turi a reassurance.

said that such a storm would be able to end tomorrow, and besides, he had already arranged a reconnaissance of the birds in the surrounding area, and there was absolutely no main force in the vicinity. Only our own small team should be in charge of reconnaissance.

Such a guarantee finally made Na Yan Turi put his mind at ease, but as a qualified grain transport officer, he still ignored the opposition of his subordinates and released three scout teams, so that they could swim and reconnoiter in the gale.

Ling Xingyue took Zhang Yishan and led a thousand elite soldiers, and had come to the surroundings of the Warat camp and entered the reconnaissance range of the Warat scouts, but in such weather, the torches did not play any role at all, relying on their own eyes of the Warat scouts, for Ling Xingyue, they were a group of blind people, and they were discovered early, Ling Xingyue took his team and quietly crossed the reconnaissance line of Warat, and directly arrived next to the camp of Warat, and the dark night gave the Ming officers and soldiers the best cover, The group dismounted from their horses and quietly entered the camp of Warat.

Seeing that the team entered the Warat camp, Ling Xingyue no longer waited, once again put the two petals of skin on her feet, stretched out her arms, and with the help of the wind, she flew up, like a kite, floating to the top of the Warat camp, and slowly approached the Chinese military tent in Wara, at this time, the Warat camp suddenly began to make noise, screaming, accompanied by roars, filling the entire Warat camp, for a while, everyone didn't know what was going on.

Because of the strong wind, the lighting torches in the camp today are not lit, and when the wind is strong, sometimes a little spark will ignite the felt, causing the situation of burning the camp, so when the wind is strong, the torches and fires used for lighting will not be ignited, but in such a starless and moonless night, there is no lighting at all, that is, the whole camp is dark, and the Warat soldiers who heard the screams rushed out of their camp tents, and when they didn't see anything, they were cut on the legs by a sharp blade and fell to the dust. He also became a member of the screaming army, and his ears were filled with the shouts of "This Hull is coming", and unconsciously, he began to scream.

Confusion, like a tide, swept from south to north across the entire Warat camp. Ling Xingyue stretched out the membrane with his hands and feet, hovering on the Chinese military tent in Wara, listening to more and more shouts in the camp, knowing that his brothers had already succeeded, and becoming more and more calm, at this time, he saw that as soon as the felt of the Chinese army tent opened, a person dressed as a general of Wara walked out, and before he could speak, Ling Xingyue had already spread the skin in his hand, like a phantom, falling from the sky, still in mid-air, he shot with a knife, and after landing, he rolled and disappeared.

General Nawarat, who was the day of the day, heard the sound of the call outside the account, he knew that it was not good, and came out to rectify the military affairs to see where the enemy came from, but before he could speak, he was cut down by a knife that fell from the sky, and the main general died, and the entire Warat army was even more leaderless, and some people were ready to start fleeing.